What a Long Strange Trip

Point Break

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So...........a Grateful Dead work story.

The Dead were playing in the evening at a very large outdoor venue in my 1st due area. This was....late 80's, I'd guess 87 or 88. The parking lot - huge parking as its a concert venue - is completely jammed. With that many deadheads in attendance we can always count on 1 or 2 medical calls there...or 3 or 4.....in fact the only ones worse were the all weekend rap/Lalapalooza music concerts....those guaranteed a no rest shift. They did learn to have the rappers leave their firearms in a "de-arming tent" that the PD did not go into on the way into and then out of the backstage area for de-arming and re-arming. Then they had to pass through metal detectors on the way into the backstage performers area. There were still stabbings and overdoses in the crowd but thats another story.

Anyway.........so turns out there were more tickets sold than "seats" and most of those were fake. So a large number of people were denied entry to the venue. They decided the way to express their displeasure was to set cars on fire. A lot of cars......the first engine company to arrive were met with beer bottles and other missiles so they withdrew. The local PD tried to quell what was now a full fledged civil disturbance but were outnumbered and also withdrew. A lot of shirtless/topless painted bodies dancing around the fires and throwing all manner of things into each separate growing "bonfire". I was dispatched to the hastily established Command Post located just over a freeway bridge on the opposite side of the freeway from the venue to coordinate the fire/ems response.

As I came up the LEO Lt. running the PD side said he was glad I had arrived because the engine company was hesitant to go back into the parking lot to extinguish the fires. I told him I agreed with them and until some sort of order and force protection was established I wasn't going to send any engines into that melee. He thought about it and said I see your point. We'll be ready to address that soon. Thats when I learned about "Code Charlie Checkmate".

Code Charlie Checkmate is a situational request for mutual aid sent to all neighboring law enforcement agencies. After about 30 minutes squad cars began showing up to the CP/staging area each with multiple LEO's inside. Most had helmets and nightsticks and were "ready to rumble", a number of conversations about "wood shampoo's". By now I had assembled a number of engine companies and paramedic units to treat the........detainees" also waiting at staging for the PD to gain control of the parking lot. Once they figured they had enough assembled, over the freeway bridge and into the parking lot they went in a line of cars all with their lights going. Pretty impressive sight at night. I decided the medical treatment area would be back across the bridge adjacent to the CP and the LEO's could bring the detainees there for triage/treatment prior to trundling them off to the county jail.

After about 15 minutes cars started coming back across the freeway bridge with detainees in the back in cuffs in various degrees of owies from having come out on the losing end of the confrontation with the PD. At that point the parking lot was judged secure and my engines headed over and started to put out the fires. Our piece was about 6 hours from beginning to end (except our fire investigators who were there all night and some of the next day). Cops were there for days doing the investigation and post on the incident.

While the whole thing was kinda surreal the one thing I remember most was that the concert went on. So while all the parking lot drama was happening you could hear "Touch of Grey" very loudly from the outdoor venue. It was...........an experience. That was the last time that venue had the Dead play. They had included it on their tour calendar pretty much every year up till then but were disinvited after that event.

Quite a night.
 
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giegs

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All I can say is you Dead Heads are an odd bunch.

I can't figure out if @low bum is serious or pulling our legs. A "...disturbance in the Force..."? Becuse Garcia said something? Seriously????

Shut up Al, I don' twant to hear it. I think I've shown admirable restraint. :p
No matter where in the world I've traveled, Dead Heads are a rock of something approximating consistency. They tend to be decent people to have around when things start going a bit sideways (not before, they're kind of unreliable then) and there's almost always a bit of good conversation to be had or a small business in need of support. Never understood the following them around on tour thing though.
 

Point Break

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No matter where in the world I've traveled, Dead Heads are a rock of something approximating consistency. They tend to be decent people to have around when things start going a bit sideways (not before, they're kind of unreliable then) and there's almost always a bit of good conversation to be had or a small business in need of support. Never understood the following them around on tour thing though.
Funny bunch the Deadheads. Every time the tour was in town all the local campgrounds would fill up with everything from Class "A" motorhomes to tent camping out the back of a VW microbus. That doesn't count the motel/hotel Deadheads. I would agree...for the most part they don't cause a lot of trouble. There's always the 10% but the vast majority were always pretty chill.
 

Al Paca

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All I can say is you Dead Heads are an odd bunch.

I can't figure out if @low bum is serious or pulling our legs. A "...disturbance in the Force..."? Becuse Garcia said something? Seriously????

Shut up Al, I don' twant to hear it. I think I've shown admirable restraint. :p
Well………..
Not quite
 

low bum

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I was talking about where I was when I heard that he died. And yes I was serious.

As Jerry said, people that love the Dead are like people that love licorice. Not everybody loves licorice, but the people that do REALLY love licorice.

It's okay if you don't understand - doesn't matter in the slightest.
 

low bum

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That was the last time that venue had the Dead play. They had included it on their tour calendar pretty much every year up till then but were disinvited after that event.

Quite a night.
You can't look on the late 80's and after as anything like the typical experience. The train came off the tracks and an enormous crowd of people started showing up without tickets just to find drugs. They weren't there for the music, and were nothing but a violent irritant. And they came in droves.
 

Point Break

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You can't look on the late 80's and after as anything like the typical experience. The train came off the tracks and an enormous crowd of people started showing up without tickets just to find drugs. They weren't there for the music, and were nothing but a violent irritant. And they came in droves.
Yes….at least in the one case I described……that seemed indeed the case. It was a very different group from prior years.
 

veni vidi vici

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I was never a big fan, I like a few tunes and went to one of their shows early 70’s .
Have some on my ITunes
 

low bum

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One of my favorite pieces of music trivia is that Jerry Garcia played the pedal steel guitar on CSN’s Teach your Children.


Jerry was also an accomplished bluegrass banjo player.
Yep, not widely known, for it to be one of the most famous little musical intros ever. It was his idea to use it. He was also the "spiritual advisor" to early Jefferson Airplane albums, setting them straight on several points.

If you like bluegrass, there are several "Old and In The Way" albums out now, thanks to David Grisman who released them. Also, the original Old and In The Way album is the highest selling bluegrass album of all time. Jerry said "...and that's kinda sad..." considering how much truly fantastic bluegrass is out there. It was never more than a fun side project.
 

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I went to a Grateful Dead concert in the mid-1970s, don't remember it all that well but I think it was the first big concert I went to. It was in the Keith & Donna era, and I remember being a little surprised at the good vocals and the vocal harmonies... also loved the fact that they did some funky music, not just bluegrassy country-rock. Then I did not go to any concerts at all for about a decade.

Late 1980s and early 1990s, the Brent era, I went to about a half-dozen Dead shows. By then, it was difficult to get tickets. I drove a car full of friends and did not indulge other than a polite toke if one was being passed around. The audience, and my friends, seemed pretty dedicated to getting as fucked up as they could, and hopping/stomping/gyrating wildly until they fell down, regardless of the music or lack thereof. This is a real shame because the Dead were a fuckin' awesome live band. They were tight, they could swing, they did beautiful long improvisations, they pulled in musical forms of every possible type of popular music from ragtime to jazz to blues to hip-hop.

Here's a little Dead show story- I went with a good friend and racing crew to a Dead show that was in another state, a long enough drive away that we'd have to camp out on the way home. We got tickets over the phone, risky considering that they were being faked even then. But my friend insisted on picking up some other friends along the way even though they didn't have tickets.
We got there, and the parking lot was a full freak show circus. My friend bought some acid and they all started tripping; I held onto a strap of his backpack so he wouldn't disappear in the crowd (I knew his parents and felt some obligation to try and keep him safe).

It turned out that our tickets were indeed fake, but the promoter had some kind of deal to get a partial refund and preference for future tickets if you filled out a form (this was before the internet). So, my friend basically floated around at the end of his tether while I waited in line, got the forms, started filling them out, etc etc. Suddenly this girl on rollerskates swoops past, almost knocking us down and knocking the papers out of my hand.

The girl on rollerskates was also blowing soap bubbles with a kids bubble kit. Something my friend said struck her as funny, so she stopped to talk. She was obviously tripping really hard too, yet somehow they carried on this hallucinatory flirty conversation, in which my friend was connected enough to reality that he mentioned we couldn't get in because we didn't have tickets.

She said, Oh I have tickets but they won't let me in unless I take off my skates. Here, you can have them. And she handed us five or six non-fake tickets. I tried to talk her into coming in with us, which seemed only fair. But apparently I don't speak Tripping well enough to make the connection, and she skated away into the crowd trailing soap bubbles. We went in.

It was one of the best concerts I've seen, they opened with Bertha/Sugar Magnolia.
 

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I went to a Grateful Dead concert in the mid-1970s, don't remember it all that well but I think it was the first big concert I went to. It was in the Keith & Donna era, and I remember being a little surprised at the good vocals and the vocal harmonies... also loved the fact that they did some funky music, not just bluegrassy country-rock. Then I did not go to any concerts at all for about a decade.

Late 1980s and early 1990s, the Brent era, I went to about a half-dozen Dead shows. By then, it was difficult to get tickets. I drove a car full of friends and did not indulge other than a polite toke if one was being passed around. The audience, and my friends, seemed pretty dedicated to getting as fucked up as they could, and hopping/stomping/gyrating wildly until they fell down, regardless of the music or lack thereof. This is a real shame because the Dead were a fuckin' awesome live band. They were tight, they could swing, they did beautiful long improvisations, they pulled in musical forms of every possible type of popular music from ragtime to jazz to blues to hip-hop.

Here's a little Dead show story- I went with a good friend and racing crew to a Dead show that was in another state, a long enough drive away that we'd have to camp out on the way home. We got tickets over the phone, risky considering that they were being faked even then. But my friend insisted on picking up some other friends along the way even though they didn't have tickets.
We got there, and the parking lot was a full freak show circus. My friend bought some acid and they all started tripping; I held onto a strap of his backpack so he wouldn't disappear in the crowd (I knew his parents and felt some obligation to try and keep him safe).

It turned out that our tickets were indeed fake, but the promoter had some kind of deal to get a partial refund and preference for future tickets if you filled out a form (this was before the internet). So, my friend basically floated around at the end of his tether while I waited in line, got the forms, started filling them out, etc etc. Suddenly this girl on rollerskates swoops past, almost knocking us down and knocking the papers out of my hand.

The girl on rollerskates was also blowing soap bubbles with a kids bubble kit. Something my friend said struck her as funny, so she stopped to talk. She was obviously tripping really hard too, yet somehow they carried on this hallucinatory flirty conversation, in which my friend was connected enough to reality that he mentioned we couldn't get in because we didn't have tickets.

She said, Oh I have tickets but they won't let me in unless I take off my skates. Here, you can have them. And she handed us five or six non-fake tickets. I tried to talk her into coming in with us, which seemed only fair. But apparently I don't speak Tripping well enough to make the connection, and she skated away into the crowd trailing soap bubbles. We went in.

It was one of the best concerts I've seen, they opened with Bertha/Sugar Magnolia.
The only dead crowd I was in was the parking lot scene you describe. They were waiting for the concert. I made my way through the crowd in motorcycle leathers on the way to the Downtown Athletic Club. I felt like a real freak.
 


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